All Grand in Grand Cayman

The Turtles left the beautiful Turks and Caicos islands yesterday and arrived in a rainy Georgetown, Grand Cayman.  They barely had enough time to buy nappies and water before the rain pelted down again.

Upon arrival at their apartment, called London House, they knew there was no going out for dinner and they had not yet stocked the cupboards.  So they ordered curry from The Old Gaol Cafe (the name should have been warning enough) and supped on mediocre Chicken Tikka Masala and Lamb Biryani.  Tiny, who was deliriously tired by then, pranced, hopped and bounced through the apartment, taking a bite of naan or rice whenever she deemed it necessary, which was not often.

After unpacking and having had to bathe in lukewarm water, the Turtles hit the sack.  The late night didn't stop Tiny from waking up at 6am..."Mommy, open your eyes!"  When Mommy didn't obey, Tiny took India's (that's her doll's name) plastic hand and poked it into Mommy's eye with a "be careful, India!"... It is hard to stay asleep with a doll's finger in your eye, as Myrtle can attest to.

The Turtles reluctantly arose from their short sleep and headed off to a restaurant for breakfast, then off to the grocery store for some much needed purchases.  The Turtles were pleasantly surprised to find a rack filled with South African goodies (All Gold tomato sauce, Mrs Ball's chutney, rooibos tea, Eat Sum More's and Jungle Oats amongst others) but their smiles turned to frowns when they saw the prices - R60 for a packet of Freshpack rooibos!!  But they were, by then, yearning for a piece of home (m.a.w. hulle lus het uitgehang!) that they still bought a packet of Romany Creams and a bottle of Mrs. Balls.  Myrtle may just motivate herself to jump into the kitchen and make bobotie and pancakes!  Viva South Africa!

PS.  The rain just stopped and the sun is peeking through the clouds.  When Tiny wakes up the Turtles will walk down to the renowned Seven Mile Beach (visible from their living room) and do some beachcombing.  That's what they're here for, after all...